The collective sigh has now given way to a certain 
amount of buyer's remorse.  All those billions spent 
on a bug that may or may not have been a real issue.  
Was the response to Y2K overkill, hype, or a focused 
and successful handling of a potentially hazardous 
situation?  

Drip... drip...

Yes, the absence of a problem raises many questions.  
Why all the hoopla?  What were they really afraid 
of?  Maybe they just didn't want us to get a taste 
of life with limited technology.  Even for a day 
or two.  Didn't want that "Hey, I actually enjoyed 
not dealing with my cell phone" realization.  
Maybe...  

Yes, maybe all that code was written that way for 
a reason.  Tapping down the lines and vibrating on 
our hips.  Reminding us of a date we had to keep.  
Dancing to the Techno King.  Yeah, that velvet rope 
is just there as a prop (sorry if I didn't make that 
more clear yesterday).  We were all invited...
actually, the party has been under way for a while 
now and we never left.  Sure, a few of us stepped 
out for a smoke because we didn't care too much for 
that sneer we were getting on the trading floor.  
Stepping back with a clearer idea of what we've 
all been inhaling these years.  

And down on Trickle Down Row they're all a little 
amused with this dance.  Laughing themselves to 
tears.  They've been tackling their own bugs 
for too many years.  Those ATM machines never 
gave out that much cash in the first place.  And 
the heat ain't working, and neither are those 
breadline stand-ins for that matter.  Could have 
used some of that focused effort over here.  A 
little dough for the kneading.  

Drip... drip...

Pouring ourselves a cup for the hangover.  The 
groggy-eyed blurring we almost focused on for 
a brief flash in time now just a distant nagging 
in the corner of our limited vision.  

An alarm clock ringing in some forgotten room, 
nobody around to hear it, raising the question 
of whether it makes a noise or not.. as the 
undisturbed slumber continues.  Sighing into 
our pillows... nightmares safely in the distance, 
2000 bedbugs scattering under floorboards, 
dropping out of sight... out of mind.  

What was that noise...